Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Make Up,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.